The man and woman said thank you to the people, talked to me kindly, and we left. As we moved along, I saw a flash of gray fur streak across the field and into the barn. My brother.
They took me to a family who adopted me. There were new smells and places to investigate, and two kids who cooed, named me Mr. Bean, and almost never put me down. Best of all, there was another cat, Gracie. She looked like a paler version of my mother. I walked over to her, excited to have her company. She pulled herself up to her full height, narrowed her eyes at me, and took a few aimless swipes. The people scolded her, scooped me up, and held me. They commented on how sweet and docile I was.
The vet came to the house and sat on the floor with me, prodding and poking me, which I did not appreciate. She told my people I had worms and gave me foul-tasting pills.
One morning I woke up and felt different. The sun came blazing in the window and my body felt alive, so I tore around the house like a maniac. Gracie took to high ground. I paused, mid-stride. It occurred to me that she was a wonderful, large target….
to be continued
For Part III: https://untoldanimalstories.org/2013/09/27/part-iii-i-was-born-on-an-amish-farm-in-the-middle-of-winter/